Misty, he was an old grey shetland. Poor guy was foundered and had cushings. Didn't shed out in the summer. But he hauled us kids around, and when we were done we would just let him loose in the yard. I can remeber the day he died, he had gotten into a grain bin and overloaded on grain. I was about 5 or 6 at the time.
I remeber the next one better, Trixie, she was a little welsh cross mare. Grampa had her trained for me. I can remeber falling off, when she walked, when she stopped, when she trotted, when she stopped......
And then I got Appy. Had her for about 22 years when she died. Grew up on her, she was 2 I was 7.